This afternoon’s kitchen victory: one quart of vanilla extract.
Today’s kitchen victory: Thanksgiving dinner was only an hour late to the table. Everybody brought good food and had a good time.
I’m in the kitchen, chopping carrots and watching the bread dough rise and listening to Meddle; the dude and Billie are in the living room, animatedly talking politics.
Meghan and I went to Place Pigalle for our anniversary lunch.
Last night’s kitchen victory: ersatz cheesesteaks.
Had Mom over for fajitas.